So this is my obligatory “I’m going to start blogging again” post. Not that there are a lot of people, if any, reading right now but that is to be expected since I don’t post a lot. Hell, I haven’t posted in months. I am going to start working harder on gaining new readers and posting on a regular basis. This is going to be a lot of life journal and things I’m going through so if that’s not what you’re interested in…I guess it won’t work between us. We’re going to have to breakup. #funnyface
One of the other things I want to start writing about is my sex life. I know that is also going to be something that a lot of people probably won’t be into but I really want to start using this blog as a journal, which I have in the past, and as a “session with a therapist,” if you will. I know there are a lot of things that I should be unpacking with a therapist but for now I’m going to have to use this blog. (That is one of the things I’m looking forward to when I get insurance thanks to “Obamacare” as everyone likes to derogatorily call it.) I hope you find my therapy writing sessions interesting. I do think opening up about a lot of things will – and can – help others because most of us think we are alone in our struggles when in fact we are not.
But, today’s topic is going to be about work and stress. I’m going to try not to make this very long because there is another post I would like to get written, or at least mostly written, for tomorrow. I would like to start posting at least 4 times a week, at the least. I know some days there really isn’t anything new and exciting to talk about, but we will just have to sit back together and see what happens.
So we all know – or should know – stress can kill you. I have heard a lot of people talk about how if you’re sick or going through a big medical problem/disease, you need to try and reduce stress as much as possible. My mother suffered, and eventually died from, cancer for most of my life. My dad worked tirelessly to make sure she was as happy, comfortable, and as stress free as she could possibly be. That was one of his two biggest goals and challenges, and jobs, really, while she was sick. I think that is also the reason she lived so much longer than her doctors thought she would and why she did as well, for as long, as she did. That was part of how she was able to not give up and give in to the disease. That and the fact that she had me and I was her biggest life goals. I remember my dad saying after she passed that her biggest goal was to see me turn 18. She did not get to do that but she tried.
So keeping that in mind, I am trying really hard not to get stressed. There are some things that we just can’t do anything about and there is no productive reason for us to bitch about those things or stress about those things. Well, today I learned of another thing that I would normally want to stress about but I’m just going to tell my self not to stress and that everything will be okay.
Payroll might not clear the bank this week. And, on top of that, when I hold off until Monday to cash my check, it could bounce. We get paid on Friday. Today my boss asked if there was any way some of my employees might be able to wait to get paid.
“No, I really don’t think so,” I said.
Yes, let’s tell my ghetto employees who are only here for their paycheck and not because this is any kind of career for them that they need to wait a few extra days to get paid. On top of that, let’s tell my employees who don’t even fucking make that much that they have to wait to get paid. No, no that will not work.
It is difficult enough, and big enough of a deal that I’m going to wait to cash my check. I know I’m helping them out with that and I pretty much offered that solution before he had to ask. I’m not sure if he would have asked, but I offered. I’m making a sacrifice for them and I really hope they see that as being as big of a deal as that really is! That is not just me waiting until next week to cash my check. That is me, someone who does not really make that much money in the grand scheme of things, and someone who does not have any savings, waiting an entire weekend extra to cash my check when I have bills due on Friday. Not only do I have bills due but I also don’t have a whole not of money to tide me over until then. The said fact of my life, and I know this part is my fault, is that I live paycheck to paycheck. Granted, I realize that is not his fault. But that is the fact of the matter and that is something that I am going to have to deal with this weakened. I also realize that it is not my problem to have to wait until Monday to cash my check when I am supposed to be paid every other Friday. Additionally, I’m going to have to make some phone calls and see if some of the bills that I have due on Friday can wait until next week. I don’t know what I’m going to do if they say no.
What I’m going to try not to do is jump to conclusions, which is something that I normally like to do. I’m very good at that. I’m not going to think about the fact that we could be about to lose the company even though I really don’t think that is the case. I’m also not going to think about the possibility of them getting rid of my job so that they can save some money. I’m not going there right now.
This does, however, make me think more about the fact that I really do need to look for another job, and soon! There are some other things that have happen that I want to talk about and write about but I will do that in a later post. I will say this though: I feel like if I don’t get the fuck out of this area, and from away from these people, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind!